Cassandane
Padawan Learner
So, I'm putting this in the Dreams section even though I don't really know exactly what it was. It happened one night in 2009 and I have spent a long time trying to figure out what the heck happened. I've gleaned a few clues since then and found a lot more since I've been reading Cassiopaea.org. Here's what happened:
At around 1 in the morning, I was woken out of a deep sleep and discovered in my mind "memories" of being driven around a sort of staging area in a car with my boss at the wheel. It was a very dark place, but lit by a few high-powered flood lights. The staging area was at the mouth of a huge entrance to an underground facility. The staging area was laid out in a grid, with crates and machinery separated by wide areas so you could drive between them.
Besides my boss, another work colleague I didn't particularly like was in the front seat. I was in the back seat with a woman I didn't know. Nobody said anything. Suddenly I heard a sound in my mind. It was a long, beautiful note that was accompanied by thoughts that seemed to be coming from the woman next to me.
In my mind I asked her if she was the one singing and then turned and looked at her. She smiled. I asked her if she was human. She said she was not. I asked if I was looking at her true form and she said that I would fear her if I saw what she really looked like. Curious, I promised not to scream if she would show me. She lifted enough of the "glamour" that hid her true form so that I could see a large sort of preying mantis insect-like creature.
I bit back the scream that almost did escape me and asked her if she would mind if I asked her a few questions and wrote down the answers so I wouldn't forget them. She said that would be fine, and it was at that point that I felt myself dragged out of sleep. I sat up in bed and got my dream journal and a pen out of my bedside cabinet. I lay back down and proceeded to write while lying on my back with the book on my stomach.
We talked about her species, which she said had come to earth looking for new feeding grounds. When I asked what they ate, she said they were litter feeders and lived in the soil of our planet, eating detritus.
Alarm bells went off in my head (figuratively) and I questioned her directly about whether or not they ate human beings. She swore they didn't...at least not until they had died naturally.
Then, without any preamble, the scene changed and it was a sunny day. We - just the creature and I - were suddenly in a green field below a huge silvery blimp-like thing floating some distance above the ground. She said she was there to extend an invitation to me to go with a group of her people who were leaving the planet in the thing above us. It was a living spaceship that functioned like a biosphere, and therefore needed a full complement of creatures to live out their life cycles until they died and became detritus for her kind to eat while they traveled among the stars.
I asked whether she had invited other humans to go and she said only those who were "psychically attuned" and could hear the singing communication in their minds had been asked. People were approaching the ship and being taken up into it after they touched silver threads that hung down and touched the ground.
Still wary, I asked again for assurance that I was not just going to be eaten. She responded by asking me if I didn't desire above all things to travel among the stars and see other worlds, and that of course they would not eat me while I was alive. I said I did want to go if it was as she'd said, but I would have to first go home and tell my husband what I wanted to do. She said that was not possible. I told her I couldn't just leave and not tell him. He'd be devastated. She said they could put a story into his mind that I had died. That would make him suffer just as much, I said. I wanted to tell him the truth, and I wouldn't get on the ship unless I could. Then I began to re-think the whole idea of going, which would mean leaving him and likely never seeing him again. How did I manage to forget about that?
It was an impasse she apparently had no way of resolving, so she suggested I write about it to reach other "psychically attuned" people and pave the way for their acceptance of it. At that point, the scene dissolved and I was back in my bedroom, lying on my back with my dream journal on my stomach. My 4 o'clock alarm was just about to go off, which was a big surprise. I had written 4 pages of widely spaced, mostly legible scrawl which couldn't have taken 3 hours to write, surely.
What had I just been through. Was it a lucid dream? Can people write while they're dreaming? People apparently walk around and even drive cars, but usually not unless they're under the influence of Ambien or some such drug. I'd taken nothing.
Determined to prove it had been a dream, I got up and searched on the internet for preying mantis aliens. I didn't recall ever hearing about aliens that looked like that, so I thought that would be proof it had all come out of my imagination. Aliens were supposed to be little grey or green men, right? I was shocked to discover that other people had seen preying mantis aliens, too. Could it have been something other than a dream? As I read further though, I noticed that most people's experiences with preying mantis aliens were far from the pleasant, respectful interaction I'd had. Just what, exactly had I experienced? As far as I knew, I'd never been abducted, never even seen a flying saucer.
I told no one about it, except my therapist, who scared me when she said not all beings are benevolent, despite how they act. And I had agreed to go with this creature with only her word to guarantee my safety! I certainly haven't written about it, since I couldn't make head or tail of what had actually happened.
After I found Cassiopaea.org and read a considerable amount, I came to the conclusion that, if it was an abduction and not a dream, something completely different likely happened and I was given a "pleasant" memory to cover it. That might explain why the creature gave up so easily and didn't try to force me to go on the ship.
I'd love some feedback on what other people think about this. Has anyone had a similar experience?
At around 1 in the morning, I was woken out of a deep sleep and discovered in my mind "memories" of being driven around a sort of staging area in a car with my boss at the wheel. It was a very dark place, but lit by a few high-powered flood lights. The staging area was at the mouth of a huge entrance to an underground facility. The staging area was laid out in a grid, with crates and machinery separated by wide areas so you could drive between them.
Besides my boss, another work colleague I didn't particularly like was in the front seat. I was in the back seat with a woman I didn't know. Nobody said anything. Suddenly I heard a sound in my mind. It was a long, beautiful note that was accompanied by thoughts that seemed to be coming from the woman next to me.
In my mind I asked her if she was the one singing and then turned and looked at her. She smiled. I asked her if she was human. She said she was not. I asked if I was looking at her true form and she said that I would fear her if I saw what she really looked like. Curious, I promised not to scream if she would show me. She lifted enough of the "glamour" that hid her true form so that I could see a large sort of preying mantis insect-like creature.
I bit back the scream that almost did escape me and asked her if she would mind if I asked her a few questions and wrote down the answers so I wouldn't forget them. She said that would be fine, and it was at that point that I felt myself dragged out of sleep. I sat up in bed and got my dream journal and a pen out of my bedside cabinet. I lay back down and proceeded to write while lying on my back with the book on my stomach.
We talked about her species, which she said had come to earth looking for new feeding grounds. When I asked what they ate, she said they were litter feeders and lived in the soil of our planet, eating detritus.
Alarm bells went off in my head (figuratively) and I questioned her directly about whether or not they ate human beings. She swore they didn't...at least not until they had died naturally.
Then, without any preamble, the scene changed and it was a sunny day. We - just the creature and I - were suddenly in a green field below a huge silvery blimp-like thing floating some distance above the ground. She said she was there to extend an invitation to me to go with a group of her people who were leaving the planet in the thing above us. It was a living spaceship that functioned like a biosphere, and therefore needed a full complement of creatures to live out their life cycles until they died and became detritus for her kind to eat while they traveled among the stars.
I asked whether she had invited other humans to go and she said only those who were "psychically attuned" and could hear the singing communication in their minds had been asked. People were approaching the ship and being taken up into it after they touched silver threads that hung down and touched the ground.
Still wary, I asked again for assurance that I was not just going to be eaten. She responded by asking me if I didn't desire above all things to travel among the stars and see other worlds, and that of course they would not eat me while I was alive. I said I did want to go if it was as she'd said, but I would have to first go home and tell my husband what I wanted to do. She said that was not possible. I told her I couldn't just leave and not tell him. He'd be devastated. She said they could put a story into his mind that I had died. That would make him suffer just as much, I said. I wanted to tell him the truth, and I wouldn't get on the ship unless I could. Then I began to re-think the whole idea of going, which would mean leaving him and likely never seeing him again. How did I manage to forget about that?
It was an impasse she apparently had no way of resolving, so she suggested I write about it to reach other "psychically attuned" people and pave the way for their acceptance of it. At that point, the scene dissolved and I was back in my bedroom, lying on my back with my dream journal on my stomach. My 4 o'clock alarm was just about to go off, which was a big surprise. I had written 4 pages of widely spaced, mostly legible scrawl which couldn't have taken 3 hours to write, surely.
What had I just been through. Was it a lucid dream? Can people write while they're dreaming? People apparently walk around and even drive cars, but usually not unless they're under the influence of Ambien or some such drug. I'd taken nothing.
Determined to prove it had been a dream, I got up and searched on the internet for preying mantis aliens. I didn't recall ever hearing about aliens that looked like that, so I thought that would be proof it had all come out of my imagination. Aliens were supposed to be little grey or green men, right? I was shocked to discover that other people had seen preying mantis aliens, too. Could it have been something other than a dream? As I read further though, I noticed that most people's experiences with preying mantis aliens were far from the pleasant, respectful interaction I'd had. Just what, exactly had I experienced? As far as I knew, I'd never been abducted, never even seen a flying saucer.
I told no one about it, except my therapist, who scared me when she said not all beings are benevolent, despite how they act. And I had agreed to go with this creature with only her word to guarantee my safety! I certainly haven't written about it, since I couldn't make head or tail of what had actually happened.
After I found Cassiopaea.org and read a considerable amount, I came to the conclusion that, if it was an abduction and not a dream, something completely different likely happened and I was given a "pleasant" memory to cover it. That might explain why the creature gave up so easily and didn't try to force me to go on the ship.
I'd love some feedback on what other people think about this. Has anyone had a similar experience?
